In One Instance Poem by Shaun Jeffreys

The vampire is walking,
All through the night,
He is wandering,
And looking for a bite.

Who's turn,
Will it be now,
Will you see him,
When you turn around.

He will be next to you,
While you lay,
Whatever you do,
He'll find a way.

He'll feed on you,
No matter how you taste,
No blood,
Will go to waste.

He will enjoy,
Every little drop,
The only problem is,
He won't know when to stop.

He'll keep going and going,
Until there is none,
And then in one instance,
The vampire is gone.